Spoiler: Sense Motive
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You definitely get the sense that while Fíon has deep respect for Baba Vissna, something happened during her last visit that has disturbed him. The look on his face is one of concern - not just for Vissna, but for you as well, you think. Fíon is deep in his cups, and not well versed in deception, so you think you've gotten a fairly good read on the situation.


The Lord of Rolling Thunder's somber attitude abruptly changed to a wild grin as you accepted his challenge. "Battle siblings! The wrestling tub!"

A thunderous cheer went up from the very, very drunk warriors as a number of fey disappeared into the large warehouse where the Brigade's brew was stored. They quickly emerged, grunting and straining as they dragged out a gigantic version of the containers the blackberries had been crushed in. A circular oak pool, standing up to your knees and forty feet wide, the 'wrestling tub' had runes etched into the side in the mystical language of faerie magic, wards against age and commandments of fair play. The ten faeries dropped the tub with a booming echo in the middle of the celebration, flanked by the two bonfires that had been lit as the summer sun grew dim - never truly setting, this dimmer golden-red light was as close as the lands of Summer grew to night. As you watched, bucket upon bucket of blackberries were brought forth, filling the massive tub up to the rim. Fíon disrobed down to his undergarments, and began to clamber inside, the blackberries up to his chest. Showing his massive, stony grin, Fíon shouted to you. "A wrestling match, then! First one to pin their opponent for one minute is the winner. No gear, no weapons, just good old fashioned wrestling."